Travel to the mountains and make a fortune in silence

Hearing this, Wang Qing'er secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then made up a story:

"I stumbled upon it in a travelogue by chance. It contained many articles, which I found very interesting. As I read, I couldn't help but memorize them."

Wang Qing'er thought it best to lay some groundwork in advance, lest she accidentally recite other passages in a moment of impulsiveness, which would be difficult to explain later.

It's worth noting that classic ancient texts like "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng," "Rhapsody on the Epang Palace," "Li Sao," and "Rhapsody on the Shanglin Garden" are practically second nature to her.

After all, she had been reciting or writing these famous works every day since she was a child, and they were already very familiar to her.

At this moment, Mu Nan suddenly picked up the paper placed in front of him and examined it carefully. When his gaze fell on the year, he couldn't help but feel puzzled and asked:

"But what year does 'Yonghe Ninth Year' refer to? There are no records of this reign title."

Faced with Mu Nan's question, Wang Qing'er felt a little flustered, but she still tried to remain calm on the surface and replied with a slightly guilty look, "Well... I'm not too sure either. Anyway, it's just an ordinary travelogue. Maybe the author just made up the year."

After saying this, Wang Qing'er silently apologized to the real author in her heart: "Master Wang, I'm so sorry, please don't take my nonsense seriously, I had no choice but to say this!"

"My lord, from this day forward, you shall devote yourself to practicing this essay. When you have mastered it to perfection, I will purchase a scroll. Then you may write this masterpiece upon it, and I will hang it high in our home, shall I?"

The woman spoke in a sweet voice, looking at the man with expectant eyes.

"Okay." Mu Nan smiled and nodded in agreement.

Wang Qing'er continued:

"Oh, right, husband, the gate to that courtyard is missing a plaque. You'll have to take care of that too. Also, we need to name the other courtyards. We'll have to put some thought into that as well."

Mu Nan pondered for a moment, then dipped his brush in ink and wrote the two characters "Qingyuan" on the paper. He then looked up at his wife beside him and asked for her opinion.

"How about we name our courtyard 'Qingyuan'?"

Wang Qing'er took the paper, carefully examined the handwriting, and murmured, "Qingyuan... is it named after me?"

"Indeed, I wonder if Qing'er likes it?" Mu Nan asked gently.

"Of course I like it! As for the other courtyards, let them name them according to their own preferences. What do you think, my husband?"

Wang Qing'er happily suggested that her husband would name the courtyard after her.

"As you wish, my lady, that is very good," Mu Nan agreed.

When Wang Qing'er heard Mu Nan's affectionate "Wife," she felt a surge of heat rush to her cheeks, as if they were being burned by fire, burning intensely.

She lowered her head instinctively, her hands unconsciously touching her burning face, trying to hide the shy look in her eyes.

You should know that on ordinary days, the husband would only call her "wife" or "Qingqing" so affectionately when they were intimate and making love, and sometimes he would even call her "baby".

However, at this moment, there was no one else around, and her husband's sudden call to her caught her off guard, causing a slight ripple in her heart.

"What's wrong? Don't you like me calling you 'wife' like that?"

Seeing his wife so shy, Mu Nan felt even more fond of her. He gently cupped her blushing face, slowly leaned closer, and placed a light kiss on her pink lips, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

He knew his wife was timid and easily frightened, so he dared not do anything out of line, for fear of scaring this lovable woman again.

After savoring that brief moment of sweetness, she reluctantly left those alluring red lips.

Unexpectedly, after a brief moment of shyness, Wang Qing'er bravely raised her hand and gently cupped her husband's face in her hands. Then, she tiptoed slightly and pressed her cherry-like lips to her husband's lips.

Although it was just a fleeting kiss, the affection it contained was self-evident.

Unfortunately, before she could withdraw her rosy lips, Mu Nan leaned down again with lightning speed, cupped her face tightly, and kissed her luscious red lips gently yet domineeringly.

His kisses were like a gentle drizzle, falling softly on her lips one after another, as if he wanted to possess all her beauty and was unwilling to let go for a long time.

"Husband..." Wang Qing'er was panting from the sudden, passionate kiss and could only call out softly in a slightly shy voice.

"Hmm, is this alright?" Mu Nan stopped what she was doing and asked.

"Hmm..." Wang Qing'er murmured, which was her response to her husband's question.

When Mu Nan saw that his wife had agreed and was waiting with her eyes closed, her slightly upturned lips seemed to carry a hint of shyness and anticipation, making people feel affection for her.

Mu Nan slowly approached again, and when he touched those soft lips once more, an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

The touch was like the most delicate petals blooming in spring, soft and exquisite, intoxicating.

He first cautiously probed, gently sticking out his tongue, wanting to explore more unknown wonders.

At this moment, Wang Qing'er, as if by telepathy, parted her red lips and accepted his exploration without reservation.

In that instant, their tongues accidentally touched each other.

The simple touch sent a shiver down Mu Nan's spine. What was wrong with him lately? He seemed to be becoming increasingly addicted to matters between men and women, unable to resist even the slightest teasing from his wife. Thinking of this, he kissed her even more deeply.

The two stood quietly in the courtyard, embracing each other tightly, oblivious to everything around them.

Wang Qing'er gradually became dissatisfied with passively accepting things and began to respond to Mu Nan involuntarily.

As their breathing became more rapid, the sounds of them swallowing intimately could be clearly heard.

The kiss lingered between them, sometimes gentle as water, sometimes passionate as fire.

Passion and desire had diminished considerably, replaced by tenderness and affection. The two seemed to be completely immersed in the kiss, a soft and sweet one that stirred their hearts and made them both succumb to its power.

Wang Qing'er threw all her worries and fears to the winds and responded wholeheartedly to the man, pressing her entire body against his strong chest.

Mu Nan only released her reluctantly when she felt like she was suffocating and had difficulty breathing.

Wang Qing'er's eyes were glazed over from the kiss, and she quickly buried her head in her husband's chest.

The two stood embracing tightly in the courtyard for a long time before separating.